Tal 39-dorei Campaign Setting Reborn Now

He drew his blade. Not the Guild's standard-issue straight sword, but the curved, single-edged Kael he'd hidden in his false leg. Old Dorei steel, folded a thousand times, its edge singing with pre-war magic.

The girl stepped forward and took his hand. Her fingers were cold, but her grip was iron. tal 39-dorei campaign setting reborn

Behind them, the first guards fell to a wave of freed slaves wielding broken shackles. The rain of the Scar of Lamentation began to fall clean for the first time in a century. He drew his blade